Miles

Miles and miles and miles
 Before we reach the sand
 Cacti and cacti for miles
 Miles of dry land, dry land
 We gonna make it
 Ooh, we gonna make it
 We gonna take it
 Ooh, we gonna take it easy
 Once we feel the sea breeze
 My, my, my, my, my, my
 My lover, my maker, my breaker
 Take me by the hand
 We could go walking for miles
 Once we reach the sand, the sand
 We gonna make it
 Ooh, we gonna make it
 We gonna take it
 Ooh, we gonna take it easy
 Once we leave the city
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 We gonna make it
 Ooh, we gonna make it
 We gonna take it
 Ooh, we gonna take it
 We gonna make it
 Yeah, we gonna make it easy, easy
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 We gonna make it
 Ooh, we gonna make it
 We gonna take it
 Ooh, we gonna take it easy